"Hm. I don't know if I'm ever that confident. With people, that is. I'm pretty confident when I'm on stage. Or cooking." That was neither here nor there, but still. At least he wasn't entirely useless. Useless when it came to this? Apparently.

He turned a little more on the chair, catching Ten's eyes. Getting lost in them, really. "I want you to do well. Be happy. That's all I could have hoped for."

Reaching up, he held his hand against Ten's cheek. "Doesn't mean I'm not--"

He cut himself off by kissing him. Seemed best.